I remember when I was little, maybe around the age of 8 and 10 that I sometimes was thinking about the future, that I knew nothing about-my life as an adult and so on. I was seeing flashes and visions in front of me like a film, like I saw previews of what was going to happen in the future in my own life. I don't know if everyone is seeing this as children or if it was just me. It was so clear and so obvious. I saw different big cities, skyscrapers, I saw New York, Paris and London and I understood that that was part of my future and where I was heading...I didn't know it was exactly those citys but now afterwards I understood it.
This happened each time I tried to visualise my future and I remember I thought it was exciting.
I knew already as a little girl I would be travelling a lot, I would live in different big cities and have a different life from what many other little boys and girls in my surroundings might have. Maybe they dreamt of a secure life, surrounded by their familys, to get married and have children one day and settle down in their hometowns. Not me, I knew the future had something different in store for me and now I'm here-in the future and I love it. The future is bright.
I am exactly in that vision I had as a little girl. I may not be surrounded by skyscrapers-yet. But I'm sure that day will come and I'm waiting for it with inpatience...
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Saturday, 26 February 2011
THE LAUNDRY STALKER
I mentioned in my last blog post that I have a stalker and now I thought I was going to tell you the story about this stalker cause it is quite remarkable...
I have other stalkers as well, but I call them "everyday stalkers" which meens guys who doesn't get that you're not interested (and never gonna be) to go and have a drink with them even if you never call back and do not answer their 10 (yes ten) last textos, but that's another story...
I used to live in the 17th arr in Paris, around Villiers for a year or so just in the beginning when I first moved to Paris. This is like 5 or 6 years ago. Back then I shared my flat with a roommate and we didn't have any washing machine or internet in our flat. It was really annoying and quite hard so I used to go down to the laundry place futher down the street to wash my clothes. Since I'm quite busy doing other things and quite lazy when it comes to doing laundry and that kind of über boring stuff I don't do it very often, - I wait instead until it's absolutely neccesary cause otherwise I have nothing to wear and have to walk around naked and that wouldn't be a hit. So every second month or so I took my laundry and went down to this shabby place to wash. The place was like any other shabby dirty bad entertained laundry place in Paris runned by a poor family from the middle east somewhere. The sons in the family age 17, 18 (I was 27) were always hanging around there trying to talk to me and my roommates while we were washing our clothes and since I hate to talk to people I don't know in that kind of situations I don't think we had much of a conversation. One day I saw they had computers in some room behind the washing machines and asked if they did internet as well cause I was badly in need of an internet place to check my e mails. They said the computers were for private use but that I could check my mails quickly if I wanted. So I went into the room, typed in my e mail adress and checked my mails quickly before I took my laundry and went home.
Somehow my mailadress registered in their computer and they had my name.
Not long after I moved away from the 17th arr to never come back again.
A while after I start to receive e -mails and invitations to msn chat from this laundry guy called "Rachid" or something like that. I ignore it ofcouse, -how incredibly rude to check up on my name and stalk me like a freak when we don't even know each other! Then he tries to contact me several times during the following years, he writes me emails in bad english, he adds me on Skype, msn, facebook -you name it. I always ignore, always block -and NEVER answers. It continues, this guy is a total freak! For your information I talked to this guy maybe between 5 and 10 times maximum a couple of minutes about complete formal bullshit down in the laundry place where I went on Sundays in flip flops and jogging pants, hungovered with messy hair and no make up and I made such an impact on him that he still stalks me now in 2011, like 6 years later- Isn't it just incredible!!!???
What on earth does this person want from me? Holy mama, isn't he embarassed just a bit?
I got a friend request on fb the other day with a message saying like " Hi beauty! How are you doing? Remember me? It's been a long time, etc, -I was like: "do I know you?" before I realized it was the crazy laundry stalker that once again pop'ed up like jack in the fucking box and I didn't know wether to laugh or cry...
I don't know what to think, is he mentally retarded, a freak or just crazy?
Well, to be continued...
Btw, according to the statistics in my blog I have readers from Sweden, France, Norway, Denmark, Swizerland,The Netherlands, England, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Finland, Turkey,Iran, USA, Canada,Israel, Australia, The Phillippines and China, so drop me a comment now and then guys and tell me what you think about my blog, think I've changed the settings now so you are able to comment! ;)
/Love L
I have other stalkers as well, but I call them "everyday stalkers" which meens guys who doesn't get that you're not interested (and never gonna be) to go and have a drink with them even if you never call back and do not answer their 10 (yes ten) last textos, but that's another story...
I used to live in the 17th arr in Paris, around Villiers for a year or so just in the beginning when I first moved to Paris. This is like 5 or 6 years ago. Back then I shared my flat with a roommate and we didn't have any washing machine or internet in our flat. It was really annoying and quite hard so I used to go down to the laundry place futher down the street to wash my clothes. Since I'm quite busy doing other things and quite lazy when it comes to doing laundry and that kind of über boring stuff I don't do it very often, - I wait instead until it's absolutely neccesary cause otherwise I have nothing to wear and have to walk around naked and that wouldn't be a hit. So every second month or so I took my laundry and went down to this shabby place to wash. The place was like any other shabby dirty bad entertained laundry place in Paris runned by a poor family from the middle east somewhere. The sons in the family age 17, 18 (I was 27) were always hanging around there trying to talk to me and my roommates while we were washing our clothes and since I hate to talk to people I don't know in that kind of situations I don't think we had much of a conversation. One day I saw they had computers in some room behind the washing machines and asked if they did internet as well cause I was badly in need of an internet place to check my e mails. They said the computers were for private use but that I could check my mails quickly if I wanted. So I went into the room, typed in my e mail adress and checked my mails quickly before I took my laundry and went home.
Somehow my mailadress registered in their computer and they had my name.
Not long after I moved away from the 17th arr to never come back again.
A while after I start to receive e -mails and invitations to msn chat from this laundry guy called "Rachid" or something like that. I ignore it ofcouse, -how incredibly rude to check up on my name and stalk me like a freak when we don't even know each other! Then he tries to contact me several times during the following years, he writes me emails in bad english, he adds me on Skype, msn, facebook -you name it. I always ignore, always block -and NEVER answers. It continues, this guy is a total freak! For your information I talked to this guy maybe between 5 and 10 times maximum a couple of minutes about complete formal bullshit down in the laundry place where I went on Sundays in flip flops and jogging pants, hungovered with messy hair and no make up and I made such an impact on him that he still stalks me now in 2011, like 6 years later- Isn't it just incredible!!!???
What on earth does this person want from me? Holy mama, isn't he embarassed just a bit?
I got a friend request on fb the other day with a message saying like " Hi beauty! How are you doing? Remember me? It's been a long time, etc, -I was like: "do I know you?" before I realized it was the crazy laundry stalker that once again pop'ed up like jack in the fucking box and I didn't know wether to laugh or cry...
I don't know what to think, is he mentally retarded, a freak or just crazy?
Well, to be continued...
Btw, according to the statistics in my blog I have readers from Sweden, France, Norway, Denmark, Swizerland,The Netherlands, England, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Finland, Turkey,Iran, USA, Canada,Israel, Australia, The Phillippines and China, so drop me a comment now and then guys and tell me what you think about my blog, think I've changed the settings now so you are able to comment! ;)
/Love L
Friday, 25 February 2011
LOVE/HATE
Yo!
Haven't been writing so much lately, have been pretty busy with my new job and some other lovely stuff but here comes a little update of what I love and hate right now in no specific order- think you know me a bit by now, so you might already know that I:
LOVE:
-To be in love
-My Mac Book
-Really hot and long showers
-Oysters with lemon
-Dogs who looks sad
-To not go out, cause I know I have something better to do...
-To travel-anywhere, makes me happy
-To feel invulnerable, safe with who I am and happy
-The fantastic, kind, helpful and nice people I have the luck to have around me
-Cold dry and bubbly champagne in neverending amounts
-To be with YOU, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and to see you smile...
-To watch Mad Men in my bed
-My dear, dear friends <3
-To Skype with wise and lovely friends, even if they are on the other side of the world
-My family
-To go away on weekends with someone special
-Starbucks soja latte, with a tiny slash of cinnamon on the foam, -no sugar.
-Stella McCartney underwear
-To buy shitloads of expensive and luxury makeup and skincare
-Scented Candles
-Strong, cool, fantastic and inspiring women
-New York
-To hang out at Karins flat in le Marais, having dinner, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, laughing, listening to music, making up businessplans and talking bullshit.
-Intelligent people
-Taxirides late at night in a rainy and cosy Paris with all it's lights...
-Cosy dinners/nights in
-Dark red velvet
- To listen to fantastic music really load
-Wierd creative people who think different
HATE:
-Narrowminded people
-The cold
-The metro/RER
-Early mornings
-When things break/doesn't work in my home and I don't know how to fix them
- People who hit their children
-Guys who are obsessed with sex in a bad way (posting sex related stuff on their fb all the time, etc -so pathetic)
-Stuck up people
- Stalkers (yeah, I have one)
- People who are lying in a relationship
-People who are lying in general
-The hierarchy system in the french society
- When my creditcards stop to work after too much overspending
-Additives in food and ready made meals
-When I'm so tired and exhausted that I can't think clearly anymore
-When I am afraid/blocked of doing or saying what I really want
-To know that people you care about are falling deeper and deeper into abuse and there is nothing you can do to help them cause you are miles away
-When the ones you love suffer
As you can see, I can think of much more stuff that I love , than that I hate for the moment, which is good and a sign that I am happy and feeling good :)
Haven't been writing so much lately, have been pretty busy with my new job and some other lovely stuff but here comes a little update of what I love and hate right now in no specific order- think you know me a bit by now, so you might already know that I:
LOVE:
-To be in love
-My Mac Book
-Really hot and long showers
-Oysters with lemon
-Dogs who looks sad
-To not go out, cause I know I have something better to do...
-To travel-anywhere, makes me happy
-To feel invulnerable, safe with who I am and happy
-The fantastic, kind, helpful and nice people I have the luck to have around me
-Cold dry and bubbly champagne in neverending amounts
-To be with YOU, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and to see you smile...
-To watch Mad Men in my bed
-My dear, dear friends <3
-To Skype with wise and lovely friends, even if they are on the other side of the world
-My family
-To go away on weekends with someone special
-Starbucks soja latte, with a tiny slash of cinnamon on the foam, -no sugar.
-Stella McCartney underwear
-To buy shitloads of expensive and luxury makeup and skincare
-Scented Candles
-Strong, cool, fantastic and inspiring women
-New York
-To hang out at Karins flat in le Marais, having dinner, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, laughing, listening to music, making up businessplans and talking bullshit.
-Intelligent people
-Taxirides late at night in a rainy and cosy Paris with all it's lights...
-Cosy dinners/nights in
-Dark red velvet
- To listen to fantastic music really load
-Wierd creative people who think different
HATE:
-Narrowminded people
-The cold
-The metro/RER
-Early mornings
-When things break/doesn't work in my home and I don't know how to fix them
- People who hit their children
-Guys who are obsessed with sex in a bad way (posting sex related stuff on their fb all the time, etc -so pathetic)
-Stuck up people
- Stalkers (yeah, I have one)
- People who are lying in a relationship
-People who are lying in general
-The hierarchy system in the french society
- When my creditcards stop to work after too much overspending
-Additives in food and ready made meals
-When I'm so tired and exhausted that I can't think clearly anymore
-When I am afraid/blocked of doing or saying what I really want
-To know that people you care about are falling deeper and deeper into abuse and there is nothing you can do to help them cause you are miles away
-When the ones you love suffer
As you can see, I can think of much more stuff that I love , than that I hate for the moment, which is good and a sign that I am happy and feeling good :)
Saturday, 12 February 2011
GO OUT JUST TO GO OUT
I dont think its fun to go out anymore.
Then I mean go out just to go out like I did when I was younger. I think it's pretty pointless now...
Between 16 and like 29 I thought the going out was an adventure as it was. So exciting and full of opportunities to meet new people, flirt with boys, having drinks, meet up with friends, etc.
I started to go out at 16 in Stockholm and I loved the nightlife right away. People 10 years older than me took me to clubs and cool bars and from then on it just continued.
I started to dj at 20 and went out several times a week until very late and could without any problem wake up the next morning and go to work fresh and in a good mood ready to meet the day like nothing had happened.
That's not the case today unfourtunatly, now I need to either sleep the whole day or dope myself with liters of coffe, orange juice and concealer to feel something that reminds me of the feeling 'normal' the day after.
Now it bores me to go out just to go out. I guess I have become rather blasé from going out as much as I have.
It must be something special happening nowerdays to get me in the mood; a launch, a vernissage, a store opening, fashion week, or ofcourse- if I am dj'ing.
Otherwise to go out just to go out is just ridiculously pointless...
I do it sometimes, but I always come home in the end of those evenings feeling empty and like, I could have stayed at home, cause what did it change? -Nothing. I have done this a million times before and it's just like a joke that's not funny anymore...
The crowd in most of the places has changed also (naturally) now people born after 1983 are going out, even kids born in the 90's which wasn't the case before and gives me the feeling of a superyoung crowd I don't have anything in common with, or that it is me that is now old(er). Makes me think of the lyrics to the song "Losing my edge" with LCD Soundsystem, even if it's not that bad, but so true.
"Yeah, I'm losing my edge, I'm losing my edge, the kids are coming up from behind" great song btw.
Ofcourse it can be fun if you are in another city and go out to clubs you have never been to before, (everything you haven't already tried is always funny.)
But in Paris I rather do something more cultivating like going to the cinema, to an exhibition, having a romantic dinner with someone I like, a nice dinner with friends or chill at home cooking together watching dvd's and taking bubblebaths.
Dont like to burn braincells and money on expensive and disgusting drinks, listen to soulless house and spend the evening trying to figure out where your friends are and how to find them. Much nicer to go to a storepoening or a vernissage or a party in some cool flat where it's calm and you can actually talk to people. Often you meet really interesting people at those places and It's not unusual that unexpected things happens, like last week when I was at some kind of storeopening in Paris, I run into some friends and left with them to a really nice 'secret' coctail for a well known french record label in a huge beautiful apartment. People are often more sophisticated (older) you have something decent to drink (champagne) and you know that people you know are gonna be there and you don't have to spend half an hour looking for them lost in a crowd of screaming drunk 23 year old's with partyhats.
You might ask; so,what's the next step, are you gonna get married, stop drinking and buy a house also?
Well, nothing is impossible...
:)
Then I mean go out just to go out like I did when I was younger. I think it's pretty pointless now...
Between 16 and like 29 I thought the going out was an adventure as it was. So exciting and full of opportunities to meet new people, flirt with boys, having drinks, meet up with friends, etc.
I started to go out at 16 in Stockholm and I loved the nightlife right away. People 10 years older than me took me to clubs and cool bars and from then on it just continued.
I started to dj at 20 and went out several times a week until very late and could without any problem wake up the next morning and go to work fresh and in a good mood ready to meet the day like nothing had happened.
That's not the case today unfourtunatly, now I need to either sleep the whole day or dope myself with liters of coffe, orange juice and concealer to feel something that reminds me of the feeling 'normal' the day after.
Now it bores me to go out just to go out. I guess I have become rather blasé from going out as much as I have.
It must be something special happening nowerdays to get me in the mood; a launch, a vernissage, a store opening, fashion week, or ofcourse- if I am dj'ing.
Otherwise to go out just to go out is just ridiculously pointless...
I do it sometimes, but I always come home in the end of those evenings feeling empty and like, I could have stayed at home, cause what did it change? -Nothing. I have done this a million times before and it's just like a joke that's not funny anymore...
The crowd in most of the places has changed also (naturally) now people born after 1983 are going out, even kids born in the 90's which wasn't the case before and gives me the feeling of a superyoung crowd I don't have anything in common with, or that it is me that is now old(er). Makes me think of the lyrics to the song "Losing my edge" with LCD Soundsystem, even if it's not that bad, but so true.
"Yeah, I'm losing my edge, I'm losing my edge, the kids are coming up from behind" great song btw.
Ofcourse it can be fun if you are in another city and go out to clubs you have never been to before, (everything you haven't already tried is always funny.)
But in Paris I rather do something more cultivating like going to the cinema, to an exhibition, having a romantic dinner with someone I like, a nice dinner with friends or chill at home cooking together watching dvd's and taking bubblebaths.
Dont like to burn braincells and money on expensive and disgusting drinks, listen to soulless house and spend the evening trying to figure out where your friends are and how to find them. Much nicer to go to a storepoening or a vernissage or a party in some cool flat where it's calm and you can actually talk to people. Often you meet really interesting people at those places and It's not unusual that unexpected things happens, like last week when I was at some kind of storeopening in Paris, I run into some friends and left with them to a really nice 'secret' coctail for a well known french record label in a huge beautiful apartment. People are often more sophisticated (older) you have something decent to drink (champagne) and you know that people you know are gonna be there and you don't have to spend half an hour looking for them lost in a crowd of screaming drunk 23 year old's with partyhats.
You might ask; so,what's the next step, are you gonna get married, stop drinking and buy a house also?
Well, nothing is impossible...
:)
Friday, 11 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
BACK IN PARIS-LOLITA LEMPICKA COCTAIL @ LE BARON
Back in Paris after a really nice weekend in Belgium...;)
Last night me and my cute friend Solli shared a bottle of wine at La Palette in St Germain, talking about everything that had happened since we last saw each other (under ongoing mens FW)
Afterwards we went to a party for a perfume launch for Lolita Lempicka at Le Baron.
The whole place were decorated in green flowers and leaves that were hanging everywhere and from the ceiling. It was open bar and me and Solli and our friend Thierry Lasry were running back and forth to order champagne, piscines and Baron's all night.
It was nice to be back and I think I knew at least 80 % of the people there. The difference between Paris and Stockholm were significant. Here everyone came up to me the minute they saw me, smiled and said hi, chit-chatted and wondered where I had been for so long.
I explained I had been on vacation in Stockholm and I couldn't help smiling a little when I compared the warm welcoming from the parisian crowd with how the cold do-I-know-you? anxious Stockholm behaviour would have been in a similar situation.
After talking to people, the obligatory photoshoots with the nightclub photographers and too many glasses of champagne me Solli and Thierry took off to Montana. It was nice as usual but I didn't stay too long cause someone I like came by and we left cause we had something better to do...
To be continued...
Last night me and my cute friend Solli shared a bottle of wine at La Palette in St Germain, talking about everything that had happened since we last saw each other (under ongoing mens FW)
Afterwards we went to a party for a perfume launch for Lolita Lempicka at Le Baron.
The whole place were decorated in green flowers and leaves that were hanging everywhere and from the ceiling. It was open bar and me and Solli and our friend Thierry Lasry were running back and forth to order champagne, piscines and Baron's all night.
It was nice to be back and I think I knew at least 80 % of the people there. The difference between Paris and Stockholm were significant. Here everyone came up to me the minute they saw me, smiled and said hi, chit-chatted and wondered where I had been for so long.
I explained I had been on vacation in Stockholm and I couldn't help smiling a little when I compared the warm welcoming from the parisian crowd with how the cold do-I-know-you? anxious Stockholm behaviour would have been in a similar situation.
After talking to people, the obligatory photoshoots with the nightclub photographers and too many glasses of champagne me Solli and Thierry took off to Montana. It was nice as usual but I didn't stay too long cause someone I like came by and we left cause we had something better to do...
To be continued...
Right under those letters to the left at the DAGMAR afterparty PEACHES GELDOF was lying in a huge bed with a young man. She was specially invited to the Dagmar show and she was tired. My ex Gustav was booked to DJ at this afterparty, but Peaches had told the organisers she wouldnt come if she couldnt have her dj friend Daniel with her from London, so he ends up playing and he was pretty good.
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